I DIDN’T EVEN CRY WHEN Cohen stormed out of the apartment. The shock from the day still held my tears at bay. I wanted to. God, how I wanted to. But I managed to keep my shit together. When that door slammed shut, I stepped away from Chance and, without a word, locked myself in Cohen’s bedroom.
I should be angry. I should be so mad that I leave and never look back. I should be a lot of things, but what I am is numb.
Never did I think I would have that kind of reception from Cohen when he returned. I had envisioned it in my head over and over. The homecoming I would give him. How happy I would feel when I was able to tell him about our child. The love I would feel from him.
I don’t know why I didn’t even stop to consider that he would look at me with distrust and accusations. I guess I just believed him to be better than that.
I sigh and turn to my side, my nose burning with emotion but my eyes still dry. My hand carelessly rubs against the light kicking coming from my belly. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the memories of this afternoon out of my head when I once again think about the terrible image that met me from the lunch sack.
When I open my eyes again, I realize that I must have fallen asleep. The sun, which was been dropping when I laid my head down, is long gone, and through the window, the moon is casting a soft glow around the room. I can hear Chance moving around outside of the room. I should go talk to him. Ask him to at least take me home. But even with the earlier events, I don’t want to leave the one place where I’ve felt close to Cohen.
I hear the doorknob shake, and it’s followed by some scratches. And then the light from the hall filters into the otherwise dark room.
Looks like Chance got sick of waiting for me emerge.
I keep my body still, waiting to see what he’ll do next. Chance isn’t exactly a man of many words, so I’m guessing I’ll get a quick, “Let’s go.”
I almost jump out of my skin when I feel the bed depress. I move to leap out of the bed when two steel bands carefully wrap themselves around my body and I’m pulled back against a hard, warm body. I struggle, panicking with the thoughts of Chance being in Cohen’s bed with me. That is, until the familiar scent of Cohen invades my senses and my body instantly deflates. The tears I was doing such a damn good job at holding off rush to the surface when I feel his body—a body I’ve missed for so damn long—hold me even closer.
“Dani-girl,” he groans.
His head drops to my neck, and I feel his lips against my skin before his arms let up slightly. But only long enough to travel from my chest and for his warm palms to stretch out against the small bump that holds our child within.
“God, Dani,” he breaths out with a slight tremor.
That right there is all it takes for me to hiccup once, twice, and a third time before a huge sob vibrates through my body.
“Baby,” he exhales. “I’m so fucking sorry, Dani. More sorry than you could ever imagine.”
It takes me a second to calm down, but when I do, I shift and turn in his arms, instantly missing the feeling of his hands against my belly.
“You thought that I . . . that Chance and I . . . Cohen, you believed the worst in seconds. I haven’t set eyes on you in months, and the second I do, you actually believed that I had been with another man—Chance of all people.”
He drops his forehead to mine and doesn’t speak for the longest time. He runs his fingertips through my hair, down my face, and over my lips. His eyes follow every movement his hand makes. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are pushed into my hair and he’s holding my head in his hand. I wait until he locks eyes with me, unwilling to back down about how his reaction made me feel.
“You have no idea what it’s been like to be without you this long, Cohen. My heart felt like it was only beating half beats. I felt like I was missing a part of myself for so long. I craved the day that you would return and I would feel whole again. I had that feeling for one night—one night, Cohen! I knew within hours of being with you that I would stop Heaven and Earth if it meant that I could just have one more second. I didn’t doubt in the power of that . . . the power of us. So please tell me how in the world you could take one look at me after all of that and think what you did.”
His eyes close tight before he opens them and looks at me, his lids filling with unshed tears.
My mouth drops in shock. I have never seen him cry. Never. He’s always been someone who holds his emotions close, but not in a way that keeps him closed off. It’s just how he’s wired. So seeing him let me in so effortlessly and letting me physically see how much this is costing him is huge.
“I can’t justify how I felt away with excuses, Dani. That is all it would be—one giant, fucking stupid excuse. I’ve been running on fumes since I got word that there was trouble brewing at home. Running on fumes that would bring me home to you, baby. I lived the knowledge that, if I just hurried up and finished my shit, you would be in my arms—where I could keep you safe. It’s been the only thing I could see for months. Months. The second I got back, I did what I needed to do so that I could get home to you. Drove through the night and into the day with one thought on my mind. You. When I walked in and saw you in Chance’s arms, I didn’t even see anything other than someone other than myself touching you when I haven’t been able to for fucking months. My jealousy got the best of me, and I can’t apologize enough for that.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I saw your face, Cohen. You looked at me and saw my belly and thought the worst. Don’t even deny it. I got the same look from my own father, so trust me when I say that I know exactly what that looks like. I didn’t even dream that I would get that from you.”
His eyes flash, and I see the remorse dancing behind his sorrow. “I’m not proud of it, Dani. I’m fucking ashamed that I even let the thought, however brief, cross my mind. Nothing I say can make that up to you. Nothing. But I promise, baby, that I don’t think that you were unfaithful to me.”
“Yeah, Cohen, you do. Somewhere deep inside of you, you felt that.”
He shakes his head. “No, baby. I don’t. I promise you that. What I did feel was every single emotion and helpless feeling I’ve had crash into me at once. The pain of being away from you when I knew you needed me. The worry that I wouldn’t be here when you needed me. Everything that has haunted me day to day and week to week. That and the crash of adrenaline I had been riding high on since I got back stateside just got the best of me. My jealousy got the best of me and turned me into someone I’m not proud of. I’ve never felt this way towards someone, Dani. It’s all new to me, and I guarantee you I’ll fuck up again, but I’ll spend my life making it up to you. God, Dani . . . please fucking tell me that I didn’t let my temper get the best of me and ruin us.”
One tear escapes his eye, which is followed by another, and another. His breathing is picking up, and his chest is rising rapidly under where my palms are resting.
“You hurt me.”
“I know, baby. I know,” he sighs.
“I’ve been dreaming of the day you would return to me and I would feel whole again. Dreamed of it, Cohen. Every night that you’ve been away from me, I’ve pleaded with God to bring you home in one piece.”
“Fuck, Dani-girl,” he chokes out, his eyes closing and again tears leaking down his handsome face until they disappear in his stubble.
“It’s been the only thing that’s kept me from falling apart with the shit life has thrown at me. You and your love.”
He doesn’t look up, but his arms lock even tighter around me and he pulls me closer to his warmth.
“Even though you hurt me—and, God, did you hurt me—the only thing I craved since seeing your face again was this feeling right here. This feeling of your arms around me, your heart beating strong and healthy against my palm, and the life we created moving between us. Through all that pain, the only thing I wanted was the one person who’d caused it.”
“Stop, please, Dani,” he begs.
“I’ve loved you for a lifetime, Cohen. A lifetime doesn’t just give up when the other part of me makes a mistake. A lifetime takes that mistake and turns it into a building block for an even stronger foundation.”
His eyes snap open and his hopeful gaze locks with mine. “Baby?”
“I love you, Cohen. That will never change. But don’t ever hurt me like that again. I’m strong, baby, and I’ll make as many building blocks as we need until the day my last breath leaves my body, but don’t make me build them out of pain.”
His eyes flash, and in seconds, his lips are against mine.
Hard and demanding.
He takes my mouth in a bruising need that steals the breath right out of my lungs.
“I love you, my Dani-girl. I promise you that I will never doubt what we have. Never again, baby,” he mumbles against my swollen lips before he takes control of my mouth once again.
His hands trail down my back, grasping my hips, as he rolls onto his back while taking me with him. My skirt rides up instantly when my legs are spread to make room for his hips. I use my hands against his chest to push up so I’m straddling his lap and looking down at his brown eyes, which are so full of love.
I sit up straight and let out a slight moan when I feel his erection press against my panties. His eyes flash when I take his hands, which were resting on my hips, and move them around to the front of my belly.
“This,” I stress, pressing his hands against the thumping our child is making against my belly. “This is our child, Cohen. One that was made with a love so powerful even I struggle to understand it. A love that was formed over a lifetime and solidified with one night that I will forever remember as one of the best of my life. We’ve been fated for this moment since before we were even born, baby, and I’m beyond fortunate with this unexpected fate that’s been given to us.”
His eyes darken with each word I speak. I notice the second that my words register and he realizes the words I used.
The same words he used in the letter he left me all those months ago.
“I love you, Cohen.”
“And I love you, Dani-girl. And I you.”
I drop my head and take his lips in a slow, deep kiss. Our tongues move together as our breaths mingle. We take the kiss as deep as we can without physically fusing together.
He flips us so that he’s on top, and his hips rock gently against my core. He’s careful not to put his full weight on my stomach, but he makes sure every inch that can touch is touching.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he demands, breaking from the kiss for just seconds until I do what he’s asked. “Just like that,” he says, and I feel him grow even harder against me.
He moves against me until I’m seconds away from coming undone. My whole body is feeling as if it’s burning as my climax slowly starts to crawl up my spine. Right when I pull my lips from his to cry out in what promises to be a powerful climax, he stops.
“Oh, God! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I beg on a sob.
“Never,” he declares.
His lips start leaving a trail of fire across my jaw and down my neck until he reaches the fabric of my blouse against my chest. He leans back onto his knees and trails both hands along my collarbone until they rest in the V of my cleavage. I catch his intentions only seconds before he takes a fist of silk in each hand, and with a firm pull, my blouse is ripped right down the center. His eyes darken even further when he takes his first glimpse of my bra-covered chest.
He doesn’t speak a word. His fingers continue to light their fire along the cups of my bra and over the swells of each breast. He flicks the front clasp but doesn’t move to unhook it. His fingers dance in twin caresses down my stomach until he’s cradling my rounded stomach between his strong palms.
“This right here makes me the happiest man in the world, Dani. Seeing you swollen with my child. Knowing that part of me is inside of you right now is one of the hottest things ever. God, I fucking love you,” he groans.
His hands roll over my stomach before those sinful fingers move back up to my bra. In one deft move, the clasp is flicked and my breasts spill free.
“These tits. Fuck, Dani. I’m going to fuck these tits,” he promises before he bends down to take one nipple between his teeth for a light nip before soothing the pain with his tongue. “I’m going to fuck them until I come all over your chest, baby. Then I’m going to eat you until your juices are running down my chin. And when you’re begging me for it, I’ll give you my cock.” His mouth returns to my other nipple, and he flicks his tongue over it before pressing his lips around the tight bud and sucking it deep.
“Shit,” I moan, feeling my pussy clench and literally weep for him. “I need you,” I beg.
“Not yet,” he says around my sensitive nipple. His breath causes me to shudder. “I’m gonna fuck these tits first.”
He leans up and squeezes each globe together a few times, pressing them tightly together before letting them go, and he licks his lips when they bounce to the side. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck these tits.”
I cry out when I feel his hips leave mine. My eyes widen when he jumps off the bed and all but rips his clothes off. When he moves his hands to his waist and pushes his jeans and boxer briefs off in one swift move, his cock springs out and bumps against his stomach. His long, thick length is swollen with need, and I can see the drop of semen rolling down the hoop through the head. He pumps his cock roughly as his eyes trail over me.
“You need to be naked, baby. The second I feel your body against mine, I won’t be able to stop. And those”—he points to my skirt and panties—“will be in my way,” he growls.
I yelp when he jumps onto the bed and causes me to jolt. His fingers go to my waist, and I feel him roughly pulling the fabric from my body. He gives my mound a quick kiss that leaves me begging harder before he straddles my body and starts to climb up. His cock is pointing angrily at my face as he carefully moves over my rounded belly, his hands bracing the headboard to ensure that no extra weight falls on me. I bend my head and lick the top of his cock, and he groans long and low.
“Yeah, I’m going to fuck the hell out of these beautiful tits,” he says. “Squeeze them tight, baby.”
I do as he requested and push them together so that his cock is nestled between them. He closes his eyes and drops his head forward. Beads of sweat roll down his face and drop from his chin onto my chest.
His hips start to rock, slowly at first, until he picks up his thrusting. “Squeeze your tits harder,” he grinds out. “Fuck me. Been so long,” he says on another groan.
I never imagined that being titty-fucked would be so hot, but with each thrust, the piercings through his hard cock rubbing against the inside of my tits and the tip of his cock just a breath away from my mouth, I find my mouth filling with saliva and just begging to take his length in deep. The quicker he moves, the more my fingers squeeze each nipple until I’m only seconds from coming.
“God damn,” he breathes.
I lean my head down and open my mouth so that, with each thrust up, the head of his cock is inside my mouth. His movements start to falter after that, and with one powerful groan, he pulls back and takes his cock in his hand. After a few pumps, I feel his warm semen coating each tit and hitting my chin. I reach up, swipe at his come, and stick my finger deep in my mouth, watching his eyes burn as I lick away every drop.
“I want my come on your tits while I eat you, Dani,” he demands before moving his body down and latching his mouth firmly against my swollen and weeping clit.
“Fuck me!” I scream.
“I will,” he rumbles against my core. “I fucking will and you’re going to be begging for it until your screams are shaking my windows, Dani.”
“Now, please,” I whine, not even ashamed at the pathetic tone my wanting has brought forth. “God, please . . . I need to be full of you.”
“Fuck, that mouth. Now I want my cock in your mouth.” He moves his mouth from my sensitive clit and gives me a long lick before nibbling along my swollen lips. Each bite of his teeth has me whimpering louder.
“Give it to me . . . Give it to me . . . Please,” I pant.
He ignores my begging, sucking along the seam and licking the wetness that leaks from my pussy. He feasts on my body like a starved man. When his tongue probes into my body, my walls clamp down, looking for anything to grab hold of.
“So tight,” he murmurs on a groan. “I’m going to pound this pussy, Dani. Pound you until your ass is red from my balls slapping against them.”
Oh, God. I’m going to die. If he doesn’t fuck me now, I’m going to die. My body is strung tight, every muscle just waiting to snap, and the nerves are firing sporadically throughout my whole body. I whither against the mattress, my fist clutching the sheets as my body heats with arousal so powerful that my back lifts off the mattress and a whine-cry-scream noise shoots from my mouth. His fingers, which were holding my knees apart, trail down until he’s grasping my thighs and his thumbs are rubbing on either side of my wet core. I can feel my wetness dripping down my crack and onto the mattress below. I should be ashamed of what my body is doing, but it just turns me on further.
“Please, God, please!” I shout.
He dips two thick fingers deep into my pussy and curls them, hitting me in a spot that has my eyes rolling back and a scream so loud bursting from my lips as I clamp down and come on his fingers. My body is locked tight as I cry out his name over and over again.
When I finally crash back down to Earth from the power of my orgasm, I look down my body and lock eyes with his. They’re full of sinful promise, and my body quivers when he lifts his mouth slightly so I can see him roll his tongue over my clit, causing little quakes to shift through my limbs.
“You’re going to give me another, Dani. You’re going to come again and soak my chin. I want to feel your body cry out to mine.” He bends, sucks, and looks back at me. “When I fuck you with that fucking wetness coating your virgin ass, you’re going to beg me to take that too. Aren’t you, baby?”
He doesn’t give me time to answer him. He bends his head and gives making me orgasm again all of his focus until, just as he said I would, I cry and scream and claw at his neck and shoulders to get him to stop.
“I fucking need you . . . Need you so bad,” I pant breathlessly. “I need your cock, Cohen. Please give me it, fill me, and fuck me hard. It’s been so long, baby, please . . .” I trail off, mumbling who knows what about how desperately I need him.
He gives me another lick before he trails kisses up my body. When his mouth takes mine in a hungry kiss, the taste of myself on his mouth has me moaning deeply.
“Please,” I mumble against his mouth, the word slurring.
“Are you ready for my cock?” he asks on a grunt as he reaches down to rub the head of his cock against my pussy.
The feel of his piercing rubbing against my fevered skin causes me to whimper.
“Do you want me here?” he asks, pushing just the tip into my weeping core. “Or do you want me here?” His hand leaves his cock, and I feel his fingertips against my asshole.
I tense, and his eyes heat until they’re almost black.
“Does my girl want my cock in her ass?”
“Fuck, yes . . . anywhere. I need it, baby,” I gasp when he rolls one finger in the wetness that is seeping from my body.
His soaked finger trails down from my pussy, and I feel him press against my ass again.
“Relax,” he pants. “Relax and let me in,” his says with an evil grin. “I’m so fucking hard for you. So hard that it hurts.”
“Yes,” I sigh and then yelp when his finger breaches my tight asshole. “Need it,” I gasp.
“Fuck yeah, you do.” He continues to push his finger in until I feel him stop, his knuckle-deep finger causing a delicious burn.
“More,” I plead, not even sure what I’m asking for. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I almost pass out from the sensations that wash over my body when he pushes in deeper.
He shifts so that he is lying against my side, his rock-hard cock pushing against my thigh, and after pulling his finger from my tight hole, he returns to my soaked pussy, coating not one, but two fingers. When he trails down to my rim again, I’m ready for him and push out when his fingertips touch my tight opening.
“Fuck me. My girl is begging for it. Begging for my cock in her virgin ass. I want your pussy, baby, but I need this too. I need to take you here.”
I nod my head, panting with need that is so great it has stolen my speech.
“As wet as you are, I would almost think you didn’t need lube, but there is no fucking way I’m taking this ass without getting you ready. I want to hear you fucking scream, Dani. Beg. Me. For. It.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He rolls to his side, I hear him rummage through his drawer, and then he’s back. His wicked grin makes his handsome face flash with a dirty promise.
“Scream, Dani. Scream until my ears ring,” he says, and without warning, he flips me so that my knees are on the mattress. He’s mindful to keep my stomach off the bed, placing a pillow between my body and the soft sheets.
I hear a noise and then feel cool liquid rolling down from the top of my ass until it rolls onto the mattress. His fingers move from where he was holding my hips in place, and I feel him rub the lube until his fingers and my crack are slippery.
His fingers dip slowly and deep into my ass, scissoring and stretching my hole to take his cock. The feeling burns in pleasure and makes me feel a delicious fullness. His other hand squirts some more lube, this time gathering some on his fingers. I lean up on my hands and look over my shoulder to see his head thrown back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, and his other arm—the one not thrusting two fingers into my ass—stroking his cock.
He looks down, locks eyes with me, and pulls his fingers from my dark hole. When I feel the steel of his piercing against my body, I tense and his eyes flash.
“Don’t do that. Fucking beg me, Dani,” he commands.
I take a deep breath, and before I can get the words out, I feel his palm against my ass, the feeling startling but not unpleasant. I moan and do as he said, begging him to take me.
“Yeah. That’s what I want to hear. Louder, Dani.” His words slur, and I feel him press harder against my body. “Make me believe you.”
I do as he said, my body once again feeling like a coil that is being pulled too tight.
“Just. Like. That!” he roars before slowly pushing himself into my body. “Push out, baby. Push against me and take my cock.”
The burn is almost too much. I can feel each of the piercings that line his cock until he’s settled in as deep as he can go, and the one piercing that’s left is pressed against my stretched hole. It hurts in a way that is so all consuming, and I scream out with the pleasure that his pain brings me.
“So fucking good,” he pants, pulling out just an inch before rocking into my body again. “Made for my cock.”
I cry out, scream just as he predicted, and hold on for dear life as he builds up his speed until he’s pushing into my body in a pace that has me feeling like I can’t breathe.
“So full of my cock, Dani-girl. Your ass is begging for it.”
Thrust out and push in. Each time, gaining speed until I’m not sure if I’m even breathing anymore.
“God. Damn.” His fingers dig into my hips before I feel his fingers circling my clit, and just like that—with that one simple touch—I explode in the most powerful orgasm my body has ever felt. My head is thrown back and his name is the last thing on my lips as my body milks his cock of every ounce of come he has left.